She sits in her usual spot on the couch as she waits for him to come back.
She doesn't know if he actually went to work or if he's out drinking the pain away again.
Either way, she knows he wants to be here the least amount possible.
But it's okay; she isn't angry with him because he can't stand to be here anymore. She deserves that resentment.
She just wishes he wasn't destroying himself in the process.
She hears the door unlock and her shoulders tense as she watches him walk into the house.
He's not stumbling into the room for once.
She smiles as she realizes he must have gone to work based on his outfit.
"Did you have a good day, baby?" she asks, hope laced in her voice as she watches him shrug his jacket off.
He closes his eyes momentarily, rubbing the bridge of his nose before taking his shoes off and sighing.
"I need a drink," he says before making his way to the kitchen.
Her gaze drops to the floor as he walks past her without looking her way, but she tries to see the positive aspect of the situation.
He went to work today, and he is drinking at home instead of at a bar.
"I know you won't respond, but I'll say it again... I'm sorry, baby."
